Chapter 643: Additional Monthly Tickets

On a stretched version of the luxury bulletproof sedan.

Yi Fan, who was driving, glanced at the man in the back seat through the rearview mirror.

Seeing that he had already opened his notebook and started to deal with official business, Yi Fan felt a little confused.

In the past, as long as the young master stayed with Miss Nan, he would not deal with work as long as he did not deal with work.

Emotionally, he is like a domineering child who just wants to dominate his woman.

Even Master Xiaokai is jealous.

But this time, he felt that the young master no longer had the same possessiveness towards Miss Nan as before.

For example, last night, Miss Nan took the initiative to come to him. If it had been before, he would not have let her sleep alone in the guest room.

"Master, after you got rid of the poison, are you feeling well?" Yi Fan looked at Mu Sihan worriedly.

Mu Sihan's handsome and cold face lifted up from the computer screen. He looked at Yi Fan with cold eyes and moved his thin lips, "What do you think is the problem?"

Yi Fan was worried about whether he had a hidden disease, but he didn't dare to ask even if he had the courage to do so.

Mu Sihan saw Yi Fan's eyes and glanced in the direction of his abdomen. His expression darkened, "Butler Yi, I think you've been living too leisurely lately."

"Master, I don't mean anything else. I just feel that you used to be like a wolf that couldn't get enough to eat, but now you have suddenly lost interest. It seems that you have become abnormal."

Mu Sihan pursed his thin lips slightly and lowered his eyebrows, thoughtfully.

It's true that once he saw his kitten, he couldn't wait to be intimate with her.

He preferred to spend most of his time in bed with her.

In fact, you can't blame him. He is in the best age of a man, full of vitality, and has never tasted meat before. Once he tastes the taste, he will naturally know the taste by eating the marrow.

And lately, what he thinks about most is indeed official business.

Even when he thinks of his kitten, his body doesn't feel the same rush of blood that it used to.

Mu Sihan frowned slightly, closed his laptop, and looked at Yi Fan with cold eyes.

"There is nothing wrong with my health." He put his slender fingers on his cold chin and narrowed his bottomless cold eyes slightly, "If I compare it with before, something seems to be wrong again."

When I think of the woman I like, I no longer have the same urge as before.

Lingering kisses couldn't make his blood boil.

It seems that sexual desire is no longer important to him.

"Send someone to the village and ask Old Man Bai if there are any sequelae after I removed the poison."

After explaining Yi Fan, Mu Sihan took out his cell phone and dialed Bo Yan with a deep expression.

As soon as the call was connected, before he could say anything, he heard Bo Yan say with some disdain, "It's only been twenty minutes since I hung up the phone, Si Han, your ability is getting weaker and weaker."

Mu Sihan raised his eyebrows slightly, "You, a person who has no sex life, have the nerve to laugh at me, a person who can have sex at any time?"

Bo Yan was obviously choked by Mu Sihan's words. After a few seconds, he spoke, his voice a little colder, "Why the hell are you still here now-" Before he could finish his words, he noticed that Mu Sihan's breath was steady, With a calm voice, he changed his words again, "What are you calling me for? I'm on vacation recently, so don't come to me about work matters!"

Mu Sihan leaned back in his chair, his eyes deepened a little, "Nan Zhi told me that if Yan Hua doesn't have a heart transplant, she will only have five years to live at most. If you want to be with her for a long time, you now It’s not about your kidneys, it’s about her heart.”

Bo Yan on the other end of the phone was breathing heavily.

After a while, he replied with three words, "I know."

…

When Bo Yan answered Mu Sihan's call, he was taking a shower in the bathroom.

Standing under the shower head, he turned the water temperature to cold.

What Mu Sihan had just said to him kept swirling in his mind: If he didn't change his mind, Yan Hua would only have five years to live.

The cell phone rang again. Bo Yan didn't seem to hear. He closed his eyes and his face was handsome but dark.

Yan Hua went back to the room to get her things. She was slightly confused when she heard the ringtone of her mobile phone in the bathroom.

Bo Yan wasn't taking a shower inside. If his cell phone rang, couldn't he hear it?

Or did he have an accident due to inconvenience in his legs?

Walking to the bathroom door, Yan Hua knocked on the door, "Bo Yan, Bo Yan!"

The man didn't answer.

"Bo Yan, are you okay?"

As soon as Yan Hua finished speaking, the bathroom door was suddenly opened from inside.

Bo Yan's cold and slender figure suddenly appeared in her sight.

His short black hair was still dripping with water, with a few strands of wet hair hanging down on his forehead. Under his long, thick black eyebrows, his slender phoenix eyes were so dark that it seemed as if there was no trace of light. The water drops on his hair came from his handsome face. The indifferent face rolled down, landing on his handsome jaw and sexy throat...

Yan Hua's eyes fell from his bare chest, and she saw that he only had a bath towel tied around his waist, and it was her bath towel, and her delicate face suddenly turned red.

"Bo Yan, who asked you to tie my bath towel?"

Bo Yan didn't speak, but looked at her with deep eyes, as if he wanted to see through her soul.

Yan Hua was at a loss as to what to do and her scalp was numb.

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

Bo Yan spread his slender legs and walked closer to Yanhua step by step. His voice was as low as coming from the depths of his throat, "婳婷."

Yan Hua had never seen Bo Yan like this before. His eyes were filled with scarlet bloodshot eyes, and the cyan blood vessels on his forehead were slightly protruding, as if he was trying to suppress some emotion.

She stepped back, but he pressed forward step by step until she was pressed against the door frame.

At this time, the nanny's voice sounded outside the door.

"Huahua, Su Mo just called and asked you to have dinner with him tonight."

Before Yan Hua could speak, Bo Yan replied, "Nanny, tell the man named Su that Huahua will never eat with him again."

"Bo Yan." Yan Hua frowned and glared at the man, "Why do you make the decision for me?" She said, trying to push him away.

But as soon as his hands touched his shoulders, they were firmly held by his big, calloused palms.

He looked at her and said in a low voice, word by word, "Because I want to remarry you."

Yan Hua opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but her throat became mute.

A few strands of hair fell on her cheeks, and her back was pressed against the door frame, her heart beating in disarray.

The eyes of the two people intertwined in the silent space.

After a while, the man reiterated, "Huahua, let me take care of you and Little Apple from now on."

The man's breath was so close that it touched Yan Hua's heart like a branding iron. The hot temperature made her heart tighten uncontrollably.

Yan Hua's nose felt sour. She turned her head and stopped looking at him. "Can you remarry if you want? Can you make my daddy live again?"

"Huahua, there is something I have to confess to you, whether you can accept it or not."